The Golden Echoes
The feast at the Hall of St. Jude was loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters, a chaotic symphony of clattering pewter, roaring laughter, and the heavy thud of wooden tankards striking oak tables, and yet Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, feeling the vibration of the joy as a physical weight that threatened to crush the hollow space inside his...
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